"If I'm not back by the time I finish two classes, report to Old Chen." Du Lei hurriedly went downstairs.
He found Li Mengjiao's Giant bicycle in the bike shed, adjusted the seat height, and rushed to Wang Peng's house to warn him.
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Xiaowangzhuang.
An old man sat at his doorstep, listening to the radio and basking in the sun.
"Uncle," Wang Cheng said with a fawning smile, "Does our village have a guy named Wang Peng? He goes to the No. 1 Middle School and sells fried rice with a woman every day."
The old man turned down the volume of the radio and looked at the family of five in front of him.
"There is a very capable young man who pulls his food cart past my house every day, but I don't know his name," the old man said.
“Grandpa, I’m his younger brother. My parents and sister came to visit him. Do you know where his home is?” Wang Pengqiang asked, trying to suppress his excitement.
The old man observed them carefully and found facial features similar to Wang Peng's, so he lowered his guard.
“Go south along this road, past two intersections, and you’ll find his house is a fenced yard,” the old man said, standing up to give directions.
"Thank you, sir," Wang Cheng said with a smile. "My brother said he bought a courtyard house for ten thousand yuan, is that true?"
"Ten thousand?" The old man chuckled coldly. "At least eighty thousand!"
“Our village is going to be demolished. The government has already measured the land for the houses. The big courtyard your brother bought will be compensated by the government with 80,000 yuan.”
“My son offered 60,000 yuan to buy his yard, but he refused without even thinking about it.”
At this point, the old man gave a thumbs up, "That child is really lucky, his ancestral graves must be emitting auspicious smoke."
Wang Cheng was completely terrified, his hands clenched into fists.
80,000
80,000 RMB...
The Wang family was completely dumbfounded.
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